Depressed Poems - Poems about Depressed

Dried-up, ___a stream___ in the moor, no-man’s land. When a soul dares near— a gunshot blooms / Red / the barren soil will feast on anything. You said amid this desert stands —an oasis— A land of innocence, but where you crown sins. (Greedy, yes, but that’s all humanity ever is.) I begged you to point me to the shrine yet I am left stumbling, ...blind... Before...

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When the world hates you It's such a lonely place Crawling out of bed each day Forgotten in each and every way Grasping at straws to build nest Every minute is a torturing test Blow away by unkindness Held together buy a fine web Of sorrow and unhappiness Each word thrown your way Cut like a knife through softened clay Leaving a scar and empty space Not...

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I was a girl with no life Or a being with no purpose. I had no one compassionate, Although my soul was always nervous. The life I barely built in those years, Came crashing down to a point..my eyes were in tears. There was nothing I could do, powerless to intervene, Even God didn't care...

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some days being loved just hurts. It's the guilt and the pressure that it puts on your head. You feel guilty that you can't appreciate it because you still care about other people but you just don't care about yourself. Being alone is painful but being around people who love you somehow feels worse. You hate yourself for being...

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I run my hand across my wrist, The rough scars feel normal under my fingers, But to anyone else, they would be foreign. I was a fighter, I had to be, But everything has its consequences. Running the blade across my own wrist was mine, It was the only way for me to feel something. Since I was small I was forced...

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you asked me how to walk with scissors I said my dear, that's so bizarre that's like asking how to get to Georgia without using planes or cars, a better man than myself would've told you darling if you wanted to learn how to walk with scissors you're better off crawling you hold them by the blade my love just like you did to me you tell...

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Did you ever feel your heart break and begin to cry Sit Back my friends and I’ll tell you why A friendship developed, beautiful like fresh fallen snow Then she says soon she will go You always knew this day would be here Until this moment you did not know it was near So you sit in the dark, and tears...

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Suffering wounds deep inside/ Felt like I been/ Sliced up by a switchblade/ Chopped to pieces/ Mind, heart and soul/ They keep beating/ On a scale of life support/ Suffering wounds, never ending/ Never to be fully restored/ Each day that goes by/ Just makes it hurt more/ The invisible switchblade/ On the inside/ Feels like Edward Scissorhand/ Soul is screaming to be tended to/ The mind is in a...

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A soul trapped in expectations, A heart that beats with hidden tears, A life lived for others' happiness, While mine withers through the years. They think I'm perfect, a flawless kid, But little do they know the pain I hid, The scars that mar my inner self, The cries that echo, no one else. My family sees a heartless face, But I'm a storm...

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In an invisible body of glass, Where the brain feels it should strike. The eyes have its frequent eye wash. The mouth obliged to keep silent. The heart feels siffened in a cage of its own. Happiness tries to creep in, overtaken by sadness. Depression buries energy and strength. Living is not a favourite word anymore. Lies are being exalted, truth is...

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Freedom calls out to me, just over the railings. Freedom dances, just out of reach Freedom sings, ”Abandon your jailer, abandon Life Abandon your duty, abandon Life, Jump over the railings, and join me in death.” Desire possesses me, a promise of freedom offered with a heavy price to pay. Behind the railings hide A choice that may cost my life Hesitations hold me back, Ropes of responsibilities restrain, Buried...

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Where has my smile run off to? Oh, I don't pretend that it's gone entirely, that it doesn't make any appearances. But that's not the dilemma. It doesn't stay for long, doesn't have a home here anymore - and that's what I mean to decry. When you say that you've broken down on the side of the road, it's supposed to mean your car. Not...

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“not every story has a beginning some are told in the dark, some begin at the end of our lives & some end at the beginning of pains” there's a glue that has a name—July 13 strong enough to glue a diving eagle to the sky i hop on Sleepless memories outside my body to watch the sun swims...

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ill never get used to the numbness that tinges away at everything every movement a rusted nusiance as if the words that make up my reality are too much to bear there are no creaks or technical things to tweak because i am still unfortunately, a biomechanical thing instead there are aches pains issues that, like the rain always streaming down my face struggles to catch...

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1.) Slept most of my life Forget the stress The best kind of strife is the kind kept repressed Every guy just gotta accept we’re inclined to becoming depressed You’ll never cry Except if you gotta a good reason why Keep your eye dressed If you’re clever You’ll keep your tears dry I’ve wept without the...

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